Of the withered, sinful flowers, you are the blossoming, innocent flower,
Of the wounded, darkest night, you are the effervescent, lustre firefly
succouring the woundes and healing the cries and spreading glorify.
The time I am lost you offer a breeze to find the way to the tree of please.
In the world of dependence you are the flock of birds flying with wings of independence,
In the bitter world you are the honeyed, pulpy drizzles of honey healing the bitterness with your sweetened, sacred physche.
You are the vibrant rainbow with accompanied by the company of seven spirits, pure soil of intimacy, seeds of benevolence, warmth of endearment , rays of humanity, knots of benignity and jolity , handful of felicity, blessings of deities and footsteps of sacrifice.
You came boarding a ship sitting on it's bowsprit , ringing the bells of solicit just to free me from the cell from my own wrong doings, you became a sheild and endured a thousand swords for me and enlightened the good soul of me with the pieces of your heart,
you accompanied...